In the morning, Harry woke up to the sun seeping in through a crack in the
blinds. He yawned and stretched, and with one quick glance around the room,
noticed that Ron had already gotten up. Harry suddenly remembered how Ron
had seemed a little bit ticked off the night before. He shrugged it off,
got dressed, and was about to go down to breakfast when he heard a soft
knock at the door.
"Yeah?" Harry called. "You can come in!"
Hermione entered the room, looking tired.
"Hi, Harry." she said sleepily.
"Hi," Harry said, puzzled. "How much sleep did you get last night?"
Hermione yawned. "Not much." she said.
"Did you and Ginny stay up late last night talking?" he asked.
"Well, no, actually." she said. "I just couldn't seem to fall asleep."
"Why not?" he pressed on.
"Well, I kept thinking about Ron." she said, blushing. "In case you didn't know, Viktor and I have decided just to stay friends. We just live much too far away from each other and it would simply never work."
Harry nodded.
"Any ways," she continued. "I think - well, I think I like Ron."
There was a short pause. Harry grinned.
"What?" she asked excitedly. "Does he like me too?"
"You could say that." Harry said casually.
"Well, did he say anything to you?" she questioned.
"Well, no." Harry admitted, and Hermione looked disappointed. "But," he added, and she perked up a bit. "He's hinting at it all the time, and, well, the way he looks at you ... you can just kind of tell."
Hermione smiled and hugged him happily.
"Well, we'd better go down for breakfast." she said. "I was sent up here to wake you up."
"OK." Harry replied. He left his trunk in the room, he would get it later.
*
Harry took a seat beside Ron at the table and helped himself to pancakes and maple syrup. He noticed Ron was being rather more quiet than usual. Harry sincerely hoped Ron didn't think that he and Hermione liked each other. Harry decided to tell Ron on the train about Hermione's feelings for him and that they had potential for a relationship. Ron would be so happy, and hopefully not mad at him. That was the last thing Harry needed right now, the beginning of the school year with his best friend mad at him.
Harry was also beginning to feel more and more nervous and anxious about school starting this year. Voldemort was going to be a major part of his life from now on. Harry suddenly remembered what Mr. Weasley had told him ... something about a plan called the Order of the Phoenix ... and that Dumbledore was involved in the planning of it. What was it all about?
Harry was disturbed from his wonderings by Mrs. Weasley coming down the stairs, looking flustered.
"Good morning, Mrs. Weasley." Harry said, rather curiously. "Do you need help with anything?"
Mrs. Weasley looked at him and smiled. "No thank-you, dear." she said. She paused for a moment, gazing at him fondly, although almost worriedly. "We should get going soon, though. We don't want to miss the train!"
Harry watched her leave the room, still looking rather bothered and hurried, but she also looked like ... something Harry couldn't quite place his finger on.
"Yeah?" Harry called. "You can come in!"
Hermione entered the room, looking tired.
"Hi, Harry." she said sleepily.
"Hi," Harry said, puzzled. "How much sleep did you get last night?"
Hermione yawned. "Not much." she said.
"Did you and Ginny stay up late last night talking?" he asked.
"Well, no, actually." she said. "I just couldn't seem to fall asleep."
"Why not?" he pressed on.
"Well, I kept thinking about Ron." she said, blushing. "In case you didn't know, Viktor and I have decided just to stay friends. We just live much too far away from each other and it would simply never work."
Harry nodded.
"Any ways," she continued. "I think - well, I think I like Ron."
There was a short pause. Harry grinned.
"What?" she asked excitedly. "Does he like me too?"
"You could say that." Harry said casually.
"Well, did he say anything to you?" she questioned.
"Well, no." Harry admitted, and Hermione looked disappointed. "But," he added, and she perked up a bit. "He's hinting at it all the time, and, well, the way he looks at you ... you can just kind of tell."
Hermione smiled and hugged him happily.
"Well, we'd better go down for breakfast." she said. "I was sent up here to wake you up."
"OK." Harry replied. He left his trunk in the room, he would get it later.
*
Harry took a seat beside Ron at the table and helped himself to pancakes and maple syrup. He noticed Ron was being rather more quiet than usual. Harry sincerely hoped Ron didn't think that he and Hermione liked each other. Harry decided to tell Ron on the train about Hermione's feelings for him and that they had potential for a relationship. Ron would be so happy, and hopefully not mad at him. That was the last thing Harry needed right now, the beginning of the school year with his best friend mad at him.
Harry was also beginning to feel more and more nervous and anxious about school starting this year. Voldemort was going to be a major part of his life from now on. Harry suddenly remembered what Mr. Weasley had told him ... something about a plan called the Order of the Phoenix ... and that Dumbledore was involved in the planning of it. What was it all about?
Harry was disturbed from his wonderings by Mrs. Weasley coming down the stairs, looking flustered.
"Good morning, Mrs. Weasley." Harry said, rather curiously. "Do you need help with anything?"
Mrs. Weasley looked at him and smiled. "No thank-you, dear." she said. She paused for a moment, gazing at him fondly, although almost worriedly. "We should get going soon, though. We don't want to miss the train!"
Harry watched her leave the room, still looking rather bothered and hurried, but she also looked like ... something Harry couldn't quite place his finger on.